A Petition To Posterity

We live in a strange time,
when pigs are more obscene than mass murder and rape,
when cows are more precious than human life,
when the fire of compassion and nirvana burns
all the different ones alive!
    

Perhaps the world is worshiping one God at last,
after toiling and shedding both our sweat and blood
for more than thirteen thousand years,
a God that ought to thrive on spreading fear
about people on the other side!
     

Perhaps the posterity will
charge our dead bones one day and justly too,
for atrocities against humankind,
in the name of a God painted more like a scorned shrew!

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The Sixth One

Watch and Listen to a reading of the poem by me.

 

So you think you can kill a Shark
or a Manta Ray and Nature
will sit back, amused and indifferent?
Well wake up from your dream and think again!
   

The sixth one is coming,
when the snowballing starts
it won’t be as mild as the previous one,
that came sixty five million years ago
and drove the dinosaurs extinct
but as massive as the Permian’s!
   

Half the air you breathe is coming
from trees and the rest from oceans
but you are felling trees
and strangling oceans too
for space and sustenance, not greed
you might say like a proper fool!
   

Will you, in the entombed silence,
be able to turn your face the other way,
when your grandchildren accuse you
for destroying their divine inheritance,
for being the asteroid to bring
an end to the Anthropocene?

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Glitter or the Gloom?

I have the gloomy clouds of rain on my right palm
and glittering grains of sand on my left; which one
would you rather hold if I want to be your friend?
Either it’s the glitter or the gloom, you cannot
have them both in yours, I should remind you again,
for in between lies my trunk, as vast as the world!

While you are wondering, let me give you some hints –
what I have on my right can drown you in a flash,
while the left one will take some days or even weeks
to drain and vaporize the moisture out from you;
as gifts I have wells of oil if you go north and
a rainforest, wild if you prefer the south one.

So which is it, glitter or the gloom, please decide,
I’ll let your grandson judge, if you were wrong or right!

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Our Love

Our love was eternal, we said
that we could not live without each other
preferring death over a life apart.
There were more than a few others like us
who had grazed the same earth before,
some a generation while some
more than a thousand years ago
and almost identical were our words.
But life being full of twists and turns
as most of our words were undone
by fate or in the course of that wanted life
while charms and mystery grew too mundane.
How futile then our promises might seem
viewed in the clear light of posterity!